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The voices in my head

The voice in my head has a British accent. I’ve never questioned it because she has certainly given wise advice over the years, but when I hear the words spoken in my head, she always has the same accent. She is not the only voice I hear, but she is certainly the most dominant.

I’ve never questioned her intelligence or her integrity. And though some may say it is my own voice that I’m listening to, I know the voice comes from somewhere beyond my realm of reality. I believe in spirit guides. I believe that although a soul is not attached to a physical body, they roam among us and attach themselves to certain earthly lives. They give us sage advice when we are prepared to listen or they may just keep us company on our journey through life.

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Some refer to the feeling as intuition or even divine breath. Some call it a gut feeling. Regardless of what we name it, the feeling is the same. You inherently know that a decision is either right or wrong and whether you have heard that voice in your head or felt the feeling in the pit of your stomach there is an outside force helping to point you in the right direction.

Some have the ability to understand the message and heed the advice. Others choose to ignore the signs and forge ahead, mindless of any consequence. It is up to you to listen – to understand that the compelling feeling of having some hand from above reaching to help you is not your imagination.

Stealthily they enter our lives and they yearn to give us perspective. They want to help us think outside of the box we have voluntarily entombed ourselves in. If we learn to cultivate our intuition we may find ourselves believing more in the helping hands that we cannot see. Give yourself a moment to listen to that voice. Let their breath of experience help fill you with the knowledge that your gut feeling is right.

My mother has never been a big believer in my spiritual theories. But in the last couple of days she has admitted to feeling my father’s presence with her in the hospital watching over her and keeping her safe. They do walk among us and only sometimes do they truly make their presence known.